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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with a railway-share;They charmed it with smiles and soap.But the Barrister, weary of proving in vainThat the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,Fell…
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with a railway-share;They charmed it with smiles and soap. Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious planFor making a separate sally;And fixed…
The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.“If only you’d spoken before!It’s excessively awkward to mention it now,With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!“We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,If you never were met…
They roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice—They roused him with mustard and cress—They roused him with jam and judicious advice—They set him conundrums to guess.When at length he sat up and was able to speak,His sad story he…
The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies—Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,The moment one looked in his face!He had bought a large map representing the sea,Without the least…
The Landing“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,As he landed his crew with care;Supporting each man on the top of the tideBy a finger entwined in his hair.“Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:That…
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,Ye little men of little souls!And bid them huddle at your back—Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals! Fill all the air with hungry wails—“Reward us, ere we think or write!Without your Gold mere Knowledge failsTo sate…
Lady Clara Vere de VereWas eight years old, she said:Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer:Of me she shall not win renown:For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag herdown.…
When midnight mists are creeping,And all the land is sleeping,Around me tread the mighty dead,And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,From out the vanished ages,With solemn pace and reverend faceAppear and pass away. The blaze of noonday splendour,The…
Matilda Jane, you never lookAt any toy or picture-book.I show you pretty things in vainYou must be blind, Matilda Jane! I ask you riddles, tell you tales,But all our conversation fails.You never answer me againI fear you’re dumb, Matilda Jane!…